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1861–1929

LXV

Bliss Carman

Softly the wind moves through the radiant morning, And the warm sunlight sinks into the valley, Filling the green earth with a quiet joyance, Strength, and fulfilment.

Even so, gentle, strong and wise and happy, Through the soul and substance of my being, Comes the breath of thy great love to me-ward, O thou dear mortal.

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